Chapter 5
"What? What did you say?" India questioned snapping out of her daze, looking at Blaze on the floor beside her she tried to grin cheekily, "No I can't impart all my wisdom on you!" She said hoping to sound like she was joking, but failing.
"She doesn't really mean it Ind... she's just a little thrown... you know what Tal's like... act now think later? She'll come around, and things will be back to normal." Blaze assured India patting her hands comfortingly.
"Yeah... sure... of course it will." India agreed quickly, smoothing out the light fabric of her dress with her fingers. Always be postive. India told herself. Always think good things about people and things. Don't complain about what you have. Little addages of advice her mother had given her through her formative years came back to comfort India slightly.
Blaze looked at the younger girl and asked quietly, "Why did you do it anyway India? She did ask you to stay away..." Blaze tried not to sound accusing, that was the last thing India needed but still, she couldn't comprehend why India risked a friendship for a one night stand.
India turned dark brown eyes on the california blonde in front of her. She looked at Blaze a moment, wondering if telling her was even worth the effort.... or would she just blame her... like everyone else... India was used to blame, it'd be easier to just except it and move on with things... but Blaze looked like she actually wanted to know. Like India's actions really befuddled her. She wasn't out for blood like Tal.
"Well..." India started but cut herself off. Sometimes the things she had to say weren't even worth the breathe it took to say them. She knew everyone thought of her as little more then breasts in a tight top, that's why she tried to make it count when she said, "Sometimes, I just get sick of saying no. All day, and all night sometimes, guys will badger me to have sex with them, and most times, if I get to annoyed, I punch them and walk away... but sometimes, I just get sick of saying no. Sick of tiring to be a 'good girl' like you girls are."
India looked down at her knee's and muttered, "Everyone looks at me different then the rest of the team... I'm a slut who people are jealous of, or hate, or disapprove of... or I'm a slut that guys want to sleep with. The guys look at you with respect... well... some of them... no-one thinks of me as anything more the a brainless fuck, on call for their pleasure." India said for a moment wallowing in self pity.
"Then why the fuck do you let them treat you like that India? You are one of the nicest people I know... you could go back to college there's must be a course you could do... or you could travel, maybe be a model, or an actress... your pretty, the worlds your oyster... why do you stay here and let everyone treat you like a slut?" Blaze questioned, not understand India's logic.
"Because I like it here. I like going racing at nights... I like fucking guys... and they love fucking me... that's my skill... and no matter where I go sex will be what I do. I have enough brains to get a job, as a waitress, or a sales girl, and I'm fine with that. I'm happy with were I am... I just get bummed by some of the people around me." India assured Blaze softly. "I don't want to change... sometimes I just want to wallow in self pity, and depression... it helps me put things in focus. I don't think sadness is a bad thing." India explained.
"So... thanks for listening but I'll be alright... sometimes I just like to be by myself and sort these things out, and if I have trouble... I ask Lani... but I'm feeling better now... how 'bout I go get some coffee..." India said changing attitude like a sudden gust of wind... standing and skipping off towards the small kitchenette off the side of the garages.
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"She doesn't mean it as a personal thing you know..." Whiskey said, coming to rest against the garage, just behind where Tal sat throwing rocks at the closest target... that being the wall.
"But having sex with my brother is personal, Whiskey. How the hell would you feel if Shannon slept with India, then she told him to fuck off. You'd be out for blood." Tal dismissed with a scowl.
"She doesn't need you defending her... she can defend herself perfectly... right between, 'it's not MY fault' and 'here have a stick of gum...' She doesn't even realize what she did." Tal said not sure wheather she was hurt or angry.
"But that's what India's like... you knew that. And sometimes... she can be annoying, but we need Lani... and India is just part of the package." Whiskey claimed, sliding down the wall to sit next to Tal, wiping her hand on an oily rag, simply to keep herself occupied.
"She's a brainless bimbo... who spreads her legs at anything with two legs, and a race car." Tal said disgusted, "What the hell could she possibly have in common with Lani? We actually respect Lani, no-one gives a shit about India. I don't know why Lani wastes her time with her." Tal said mutoniously.
"She's just part of the team." Whiskey declared with resignation. "She's may not be much with conversation... but she's a good person... I think..." Truthfully, Whiskey rarely understood India's rambling's, but she seemed to have a good heart. At least Lani seemed to think so... not that she would tell anyone... because going out on a Verbally AND Emotional limb, was all in a days work for Lani.
"I could have killed her... with her poustering and... and.... smugness. She didn't even care about what Mitch would do to Davis... you heard her... she even threatened to tell him. I really wouldn't regret killing her... I'd do the time happily... I just... if I had a gun..." Tal threatened with genuine intention.
"You don't mean it Tal. And if you do... I'd have a little problem with a murder at the garage... with the car in plain sight..." Whiskey said wirily, with a half smirk. "I'm sure she feels bad... but you know what she's like... she gets her back up... you wanted her to feel bad about it, so she purposely didn't to spite you... that's how she works." Whiskey declared.
Tal throw a few more loose stones at the garage before asking, "What was the big emergency and group meeting for?" Tal asked, remembering the orginal reasons she had been going to Whiskey's.
"Cops. They are really cracking down on Race Wars... It's going to be harder to get there... Lani's going to have to be the best to even get invited... although... Blaze could get us there... it wouldn't be cool to come without an invite. That's what caused all that shit last year... anyway. Lucky Lani had finished raising... the get away was quick." Whiskey drawled, resting her head against the back of the garage.
"Cops are a pain in my ass. Maybe I could get India to solicit an undercover cop, kill two birds with one big heavy rock." Tal mused with no intention of carrying through, although it was something she could comfort herself with.
"Tal... I think your just gonna have to get used to the fact that Cops will always exsist, and India... well... I think you are just going to have to learn that India is India, and you can't change her... I don't think anyone can..." Whiskey said with a grimace.
Whiskey stood after imparting her wisdom and with a smile started back towards the garage, running into her brother who was making a quick get away in the other direction. "Hey... Shan... I have a question for you..." Whiskey said stopping her brother.
"Yeah?" Shannon asked dis-interested.
"What do you think of India? You know her right... you know what's she's like... that's she just... well out for a fuck?" Whiskey questioned her older brother, casually.
"Whisk? Are you trying to warn me off India?" Shannon asked trying desperately to keep a straight face. When his sister glared at him, impatiently awaiting an answer... Shannon managed to say as seriously as possible, "Everytime India comes here... she tries to get into my pants... but I'm just not into the skank thing... don't worry Brookey... the big bad India won't break your brothers heart..." Shannon mocked Whiskey deadpan.
Whiskey scowled and punched Shannon in the stomach, not holding back, "Fuck off." Whiskey said with affection, heading back into the garage not waiting to see if her brother would recover from the violence she had afflicted on him.
"What? What did you say?" India questioned snapping out of her daze, looking at Blaze on the floor beside her she tried to grin cheekily, "No I can't impart all my wisdom on you!" She said hoping to sound like she was joking, but failing.
"She doesn't really mean it Ind... she's just a little thrown... you know what Tal's like... act now think later? She'll come around, and things will be back to normal." Blaze assured India patting her hands comfortingly.
"Yeah... sure... of course it will." India agreed quickly, smoothing out the light fabric of her dress with her fingers. Always be postive. India told herself. Always think good things about people and things. Don't complain about what you have. Little addages of advice her mother had given her through her formative years came back to comfort India slightly.
Blaze looked at the younger girl and asked quietly, "Why did you do it anyway India? She did ask you to stay away..." Blaze tried not to sound accusing, that was the last thing India needed but still, she couldn't comprehend why India risked a friendship for a one night stand.
India turned dark brown eyes on the california blonde in front of her. She looked at Blaze a moment, wondering if telling her was even worth the effort.... or would she just blame her... like everyone else... India was used to blame, it'd be easier to just except it and move on with things... but Blaze looked like she actually wanted to know. Like India's actions really befuddled her. She wasn't out for blood like Tal.
"Well..." India started but cut herself off. Sometimes the things she had to say weren't even worth the breathe it took to say them. She knew everyone thought of her as little more then breasts in a tight top, that's why she tried to make it count when she said, "Sometimes, I just get sick of saying no. All day, and all night sometimes, guys will badger me to have sex with them, and most times, if I get to annoyed, I punch them and walk away... but sometimes, I just get sick of saying no. Sick of tiring to be a 'good girl' like you girls are."
India looked down at her knee's and muttered, "Everyone looks at me different then the rest of the team... I'm a slut who people are jealous of, or hate, or disapprove of... or I'm a slut that guys want to sleep with. The guys look at you with respect... well... some of them... no-one thinks of me as anything more the a brainless fuck, on call for their pleasure." India said for a moment wallowing in self pity.
"Then why the fuck do you let them treat you like that India? You are one of the nicest people I know... you could go back to college there's must be a course you could do... or you could travel, maybe be a model, or an actress... your pretty, the worlds your oyster... why do you stay here and let everyone treat you like a slut?" Blaze questioned, not understand India's logic.
"Because I like it here. I like going racing at nights... I like fucking guys... and they love fucking me... that's my skill... and no matter where I go sex will be what I do. I have enough brains to get a job, as a waitress, or a sales girl, and I'm fine with that. I'm happy with were I am... I just get bummed by some of the people around me." India assured Blaze softly. "I don't want to change... sometimes I just want to wallow in self pity, and depression... it helps me put things in focus. I don't think sadness is a bad thing." India explained.
"So... thanks for listening but I'll be alright... sometimes I just like to be by myself and sort these things out, and if I have trouble... I ask Lani... but I'm feeling better now... how 'bout I go get some coffee..." India said changing attitude like a sudden gust of wind... standing and skipping off towards the small kitchenette off the side of the garages.
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"She doesn't mean it as a personal thing you know..." Whiskey said, coming to rest against the garage, just behind where Tal sat throwing rocks at the closest target... that being the wall.
"But having sex with my brother is personal, Whiskey. How the hell would you feel if Shannon slept with India, then she told him to fuck off. You'd be out for blood." Tal dismissed with a scowl.
"She doesn't need you defending her... she can defend herself perfectly... right between, 'it's not MY fault' and 'here have a stick of gum...' She doesn't even realize what she did." Tal said not sure wheather she was hurt or angry.
"But that's what India's like... you knew that. And sometimes... she can be annoying, but we need Lani... and India is just part of the package." Whiskey claimed, sliding down the wall to sit next to Tal, wiping her hand on an oily rag, simply to keep herself occupied.
"She's a brainless bimbo... who spreads her legs at anything with two legs, and a race car." Tal said disgusted, "What the hell could she possibly have in common with Lani? We actually respect Lani, no-one gives a shit about India. I don't know why Lani wastes her time with her." Tal said mutoniously.
"She's just part of the team." Whiskey declared with resignation. "She's may not be much with conversation... but she's a good person... I think..." Truthfully, Whiskey rarely understood India's rambling's, but she seemed to have a good heart. At least Lani seemed to think so... not that she would tell anyone... because going out on a Verbally AND Emotional limb, was all in a days work for Lani.
"I could have killed her... with her poustering and... and.... smugness. She didn't even care about what Mitch would do to Davis... you heard her... she even threatened to tell him. I really wouldn't regret killing her... I'd do the time happily... I just... if I had a gun..." Tal threatened with genuine intention.
"You don't mean it Tal. And if you do... I'd have a little problem with a murder at the garage... with the car in plain sight..." Whiskey said wirily, with a half smirk. "I'm sure she feels bad... but you know what she's like... she gets her back up... you wanted her to feel bad about it, so she purposely didn't to spite you... that's how she works." Whiskey declared.
Tal throw a few more loose stones at the garage before asking, "What was the big emergency and group meeting for?" Tal asked, remembering the orginal reasons she had been going to Whiskey's.
"Cops. They are really cracking down on Race Wars... It's going to be harder to get there... Lani's going to have to be the best to even get invited... although... Blaze could get us there... it wouldn't be cool to come without an invite. That's what caused all that shit last year... anyway. Lucky Lani had finished raising... the get away was quick." Whiskey drawled, resting her head against the back of the garage.
"Cops are a pain in my ass. Maybe I could get India to solicit an undercover cop, kill two birds with one big heavy rock." Tal mused with no intention of carrying through, although it was something she could comfort herself with.
"Tal... I think your just gonna have to get used to the fact that Cops will always exsist, and India... well... I think you are just going to have to learn that India is India, and you can't change her... I don't think anyone can..." Whiskey said with a grimace.
Whiskey stood after imparting her wisdom and with a smile started back towards the garage, running into her brother who was making a quick get away in the other direction. "Hey... Shan... I have a question for you..." Whiskey said stopping her brother.
"Yeah?" Shannon asked dis-interested.
"What do you think of India? You know her right... you know what's she's like... that's she just... well out for a fuck?" Whiskey questioned her older brother, casually.
"Whisk? Are you trying to warn me off India?" Shannon asked trying desperately to keep a straight face. When his sister glared at him, impatiently awaiting an answer... Shannon managed to say as seriously as possible, "Everytime India comes here... she tries to get into my pants... but I'm just not into the skank thing... don't worry Brookey... the big bad India won't break your brothers heart..." Shannon mocked Whiskey deadpan.
Whiskey scowled and punched Shannon in the stomach, not holding back, "Fuck off." Whiskey said with affection, heading back into the garage not waiting to see if her brother would recover from the violence she had afflicted on him.